Ah, the golden glory of an autumn morning as we drove west, but we soon had to accept the reality of thick cloud, persistent heavy drizzle and sodden high heather – and a north-westerly wind.

With cheerful determination, eleven members plodded wetly to the summit of the East Pap, where the fog-and-rain-bound situation was reviewed.  Some opted for a direct return to base; others took a variation on the planned route, paddling northwards across the bog and emerging on the green road for an easy stroll back to the cars.